Sophia's POV . I had a lot of dreams that I would do this when I will get married, I will do that, but everything that happened was just opposite to what I had thought or wished, but at the same time, it was marriage because of our parent's deal thing. Brandon was forced, and I... well, I didn't have any other option. I wanted to marry the love of my life, if not grand, then at least in a way where I would feel like I was getting married, like inviting some relatives and decorating everything for the wedding, walking down the aisle but nope, nothing! We just signed a paper in the marriage registrar's office and tada. My title transferred to Mrs from Ms. "I know this is not your dream wedding. But someday, maybe that dream of yours will get fulfilled when you will marry the person who loves you for real." Oliver tried to cheer my mood. "Hmm. That reminds me, if you get any news of Mason, just let me know." "Seriously, Sophia? The person who left you when you needed him the most, y

Sophia’s POV . “Dad, please don’t keep your hope high.”, I had already warned him. I couldn’t share about the deal between us, but the least I could be to warn him. “He told me the reason because of which he married me. And any relationship that is based on force or without the person's consent doesn’t work.”, I added. “I know I shouldn’t have done that. But I really hope this relationship to work, and I’m positive this baby will surely bring changes in Brandon’s behavior because he loves babies a lot even though he won’t show it, but he does. My son can be rude and jerk sometimes, Sophia, but trust me, he is a good person. It is just that he is not the person who opens himself in front of anyone. He has a problem expressing his feelings to anyone. Generally, people wear the mask of an angel to hide their devil's face, but Brandon is exactly the opposite to it. His life is full of darkness, and I’m positive that your baby will not just pull him out of the darkness but also bring you

Sophia’s POV . Three weeks later!! . “I will go on shopping tomorrow after knowing the baby’s gender.”, Dad chirped, playing cards with me. “I wish baby to be a girl so that the number of females in this small family will be equal to males.”, Martha said, showing her cards. And there she won the game again. “I wish baby to be a boy because the girl is mostly daddy’s princess.”, I said, grinning like an idiot. “All I want him or her to be healthy and strong. Nothing more than that. I couldn’t wait to hear grandpa from her or his broken voice.”, Dad said. “I don’t understand why it is this important to know the gender of the baby.”, Our heads turned in the direction of that voice and saw Brandon returning from the office. “Baby is a gift of God; nothing will get wrong if we will wait patiently and cherish the surprise of gender revelation at the time of delivery.” he kept his opinion. “There are six countries in which this is banned, you guys know!” “That’s because they abort ba

Sophia's POV.After two hours!!I was sitting in the car silently, expecting him to say something to me. He took me to a five-star hotel for dinner, but I ruined it by eating nothing over there. First, it was damn too expensive; second, the food on the menu had a strange name that I had never heard in my life; third, the quantity of the food was so little that a person like me would end up staying hungry even having that thing and the fourth and foremost for a foodie like me that it taste YUCK!!Because of this, I ended up throwing up before I could have run to the washroom.In short, he took me out for dinner for the first time, and I embarrassed him. That was a completely different story that he took a stand for me when other customers started complaining about giving a table to someone like me.*Flashback!*'When the staff of the hotel doesn't have any problem with the fact that my wife puked near the table, then what is wrong with others?' Brandon couldn't help asking, hearing a

Sophia’s POV.Next Morning!!I woke up early before Brandon and started packing my clothes. Hearing the sound, even Brandon opened his eyes, wondering who was the rat in his room who was disturbing his sleep.“Why are you packing your clothes?”, He asked, leaving the bed and standing beside me.“Because I’m leaving.”“Leaving? But why?” he asked in tension. If I would ask the same that whether he was getting tensed, he would deny it completely. “Is it because I ate your food?” he asked again.Seriously?What was I? A kid of 4 or 5 years old.“No.”“Then?” he asked, getting restless.I sighed and dropped the clothes in my hand before cupping his face, “Brandon, I’m not leaving anywhere. I wonder how you didn’t notice it yet, but these are my old clothes that I’m going to give to the needy people.”, I told him the truth with a smile. And immediately, I realized what I was doing. I removed my hand from his cheeks.“Oh! Yeah! I was thinking the same because there is still time for you to